so yeah i thought this might be something.. to do

Enunciate [m]

Smut  // How does one function upon knowing that their next door neighbour, Citrus134 (Kyungsoo) is the audio porn star of their dreams?

Follow up to Audiophile

So, what is the first thing you do when you’ve discovered that your new neighbour posts audio porn online? You lie back on your back and plug your earphones in then go through all of his audios…all of them. You listen to his breaths, laughs and groans over and over until they’re imprinted into your mind. that’s what you do.

Then you imagined him. You imagined his plump lips clamped between his teeth as he stifles a groan. You imagined his bare chest rising up and down as he tried to suck as much air as he could. You imagined his black hair sticking to his forehead after he spends 10 minutes edging.

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coming back around

Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. 
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU 
Word Count: 4,738


“You want me to do what?”

Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.

He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.

“Taehyung, are you still there?”

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is-my-biology-its-my-decision  asked:

Head cannon: kim being jealous cause now that Trini is out in school (assuming she did that) girls are hitting on her and she can't do anything because they're not dating (just acts overprotective), so onetime she does and Trini is like relax dude I'm totally into you.

Ignore the fact that I’ve never actually felt jealousy lmao.

Listen, she’s happy for Trini. Kim’s so glad that Trini was ready to come out, that she’s no longer feeling the need to hide that part of herself. Honestly, Kimberly is absolutely delighted about that.

The problem, though, is that now every wlw is hitting on Trini. At first, Kim brushed her annoyance and intense need to tell them to fuck off as simply looking out for her fellow Power Ranger. Of course, such a lie can only last for so long.

Usually, all Kim lets herself do is be…slightly overprotective. She’ll walk in on some girl flirting with Trini and she’ll say some shit like, “Oh, hey, Trini! Jessica, how nice to see you. Weren’t you supposed to meet Jake earlier? He’s looking for you.”

And, honestly, it’s pretty pathetic, but at the very least, it works. Most of the time, all Trini will do is quirk an eyebrow so Kim likes to think she’s being subtle about it.

One day, though, Kim can’t take it. Trini spends the entire day at school surrounded by beautiful, and most importantly, sapphic women. There’s no way she could get them to leave without being overtly suspicious and so Kim spends the entire day stewing in her annoyance and wallowing over her situation.

When the bell rings and the two of them are walking to the spaceship to train—Trini finally without her gaggle of annoyingly dumb fangirls—Kim explodes.

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Cupcakes-5x22 fic

A/N: Y’all…I don’t even know where this came from. It’s total and complete ridiculous fluff!!!! Please enjoy!! 

Felicity rushed through the door of the bakery ten minutes before the sign said they closed, the smell of sugar and dough hitting her before she was even fully inside.

“I am definitely in the right place,” she muttered to herself as she headed straight to the counter even though her suddenly growling stomach threatened to derail her mission. Her idea to throw Oliver a surprise birthday party was a good one, of that she was certain, but actually having to plan and organize the event was something else entirely. Luckily Thea had agreed to do the heavy lifting when it came to decorations which left Felicity in charge of food.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the woman behind the counter only looked slightly perturbed at having a customer barge in so close to closing.

“I need cupcakes,” Felicity said enthusiastically, eyes scanning the display case but not seeing anything she liked.

“We can pretty much do whatever,” the woman assured her, catching on that she hadn’t spotted what she wanted.

“Like maybe something chocolate and fudgey with green frosting?” she asked with a hopeful lift of her eyebrows. “But not like grass green or mint green, more like…Green Arrow green.”

The woman laughed, pulling out a pad to write down the order, “Your little boy is into superheroes? How many dozen?”

“Oh no, I don’t…I don’t have a son, little or big.”

“Sorry! Daughter. No reason girls can’t like Green Arrow either.” she said with a grin, leaning in a little closer, “I mean…have you seen the way he fills out those leather pants?”

Felicity felt her face flush as her hands curled tight, lips pressed into a straight line, “I um…I have not noticed. Nope. Never noticed that. Is it a good fit? I mean…sorry, never mind, we were discussing cupcakes for my non existent children.” she trailed off under her breath.

The woman looked at her a little strangely but nodded, “Chocolate fudge with green frosting. Any sort of decoration?”

She was about to say no when a thought crossed her mind, “I don’t suppose you have little arrows or something do you?”

“I have just the thing.”

Felicity watched as she looked through a drawer behind her, before turning back holding a small arrow attached to a toothpick.

“It’s perfect!”

“This will be the first Green Arrow party we’ve done. I might have to take some pics and put it on our instagram. Maybe you could share your own and tag us?”

“That uh…that might not be so easy.” Felicity stammered.

“Yeah, some parents are weird about their kids pictures being put on the internet, but I figured it didn’t hurt to ask. Now how many dozen?”

“I’ll take two dozen,” she said quickly though she knew they’d never eat that many, but if there were leftovers that would not be a problem. Then a thought hit her and she sighed, “You know what, make half of those vanilla. Rene doesn’t like chocolate and Curtis will only eat the icing anyways and–”

“I thought you said you didn’t have kids.”

Articulate  [m]

Smut //  Your neighbour is an audio porn star, and his latest post featured you and his erotic ramblings.Upon listening to the audio, you find yourself at his door.

Third instalment to Audiophile (i) and Enunciate (ii)

There were fifty thousand and probably infinite ways that the situation could’ve turned out and you go through each one as you stood in front of Kyungsoo.

First, you tell kyungsoo that you listened to him masturbate.

Second, you try and seduce Kyungsoo then reveal everything.

Third, you drop subtle hints here and there, till he himself knows.

Fourth, you don’t tell him. 

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anonymous asked:

Is sexual attraction really a thing? Like do people (strangers) actually look at each other and go "yeah I would like to sleep with you" in their heads? Because to me that is such a wild concept. It's not that I never find people attractive, I guess I've just never been turned on by just looking at someone? Idk, it's just something I've been thinking about lately. I've never been in a reltionship so I don't know if it's something that would change over time, but rn I think I might be demi/ace.

lmao I know right? I always thought I was straight/allo until the day I realized that sexual attraction meant literally wanting to have sex with someone and not just thinking they’re nice to look at. My whole world was rocked when I realized that people like… want to do sexual things with each other, even if they don’t even know each other, and that’s the definition of sexual attraction. 

Not that I look down on them or anything, the concept just boggles my mind. And I think if it boggles your mind too, you’re probably ace-spec.

  • Junko: so you say you can destroy absolutely anything, yes
  • Flandre: yup!~
  • Junko: do you think, for example, you could destroy, say.... the entire moon
  • Flandre: yeah, probably!
  • Junko: you see, i was. wondering. i'm, curious. about something that you might possibly-

HARRY STYLES is hurtling towards chart domination in the UK and US this week with his critically acclaimed debut album.

But as he emerges to greet me — dressed head to toe in black — from the back of a trailer parked behind the venue of his first ever solo show in North London, it’s clear he is in a reflective mood.

Security have just ordered us not to move more than two metres from the modest caravan — where his band members are chilling after sound check — to avoid the ­hundreds of fans gathered nearby.

It’s for their own safety, of course. Who knows the reaction if they knew just a fence and four guards stand between them and the new prince of rock ’n’ roll?

The ONE DIRECTION superstar shrugs it off — this level of hysteria has become a commonplace part of his day-to-day life.

My first interview with the band, in the X Factor canteen seven years ago, took place as a number of teenage girls were climbing on the roof.

It was a sign of things to come.

This is the first time I have seen Harry since 1D went on an ­indefinite break at the end of 2015 and there’s a lot to talk about.

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Beguiling Bubbles

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Request where (Y/n) gets dosed with a love potion by someone else, but she accidentally falls for one of the twins instead
A/N: Sorry it’s been ages! It’s very late at night so this hasn’t been edited. Also, where I go into detail about how the first person the drinker sees is who they fall for, that was pulled directly out of my ass souly for the purpose of the story because the wiki didn’t have much on the other potions that weren’t amortentia so I made it up 
Squicks: little bit of swearing

~George’s POV~

He sort of blackmailed me into it. Seamus Finnigan knew about the shipments for the store that we were hiding in the Docks, and threatened to go to McGonagall if we didn’t help him out.

“Which one of you is the least crap at potions?” he had asked me and Fred, smiling while thinking of all the possibilities now that he had us under his thumb.

“Neither of us are shit at potions mate,” Fred stood up for himself, sneering down at the little stain who thought he could boss us around.

“Alright, if one of you can get a love potion to me by tomorrow night I’ll keep your little secret, howzabout it?”

We had no clue what he wanted a love potion for, but we didn’t really care. The less we had to spend dealing with that git the better.

You’re the least shit at potions,” Fred said to me once Seamus had buggered off, “do you wanna make it?” I groaned in response, honestly not wanting to go through the trouble of sneaking into Snape’s little pantry to get out some shit that I don’t even want, then go to the trouble of making this damn thing, again when it isn’t even something I want.

We stayed up that night making the blasted potion, Fred insisting that he was there for encouragement purposes. Not many people knew that I was actually alright at Potions, especially since Snape would never dream of giving me the marks to show it…

At around 3 in the morning, the stupid potion was done. We poured it into one of the empty bottles from the ingredients that we nicked, and snuck back up to Gryffindor tower. On our way back up to our dorm, we made sure to make a stop on the way. “Oi, what the f—“ Seamus started, freaking out at the sudden awakening of Fred shoving him, “There’s your perfume, now get off our backs,” I whispered sharply at Seamus, as he took the bottle and told us to piss off.

— — Morning (Regular POV) — —

Fred and George were at the Gryffindor table, their lack of sleep evident in their flippant attitude and tired looks. They broke out of this mood, however, when Seamus grasped their curiosity. He was whispering to Dean, holding the glass bottle filled with the cherry pink potion that George had made a few hours ago.

“What have you got, Seamus?” Ron called out, nothing his shifty behaviour as well as the unusual bottle. He was immediately shushed and shot an intimidating glare with wild hand movements, “Keep it down, Weasley! It’s a love potion idiot, I’m going to get Y/n to be all over me!” Seamus laughed, while Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked awkwardly and warily each other.

Fred’s eyes widened as he looked over at his twin, who had an angry expression on his face, mixed with fear. George, much like Seamus, had feelings for Y/n, and Fred knew about it because, well, of course he does. The two weren’t particularly close with Y/n, but that didn’t stop George crushing over her constantly.

Seamus and Dean laughed, as they nodded to each other, silently setting their plan in motion. Before George had the chance to do anything, Dean had started a conversation with Y/n, causing her to look away from her breakfast, while Seamus poured the contents of the bottle into her orange juice. George looked at Seamus with a panicked expression, only to have it returned with Seamus’ glare, wordlessly sending him a warning of what he’ll do if George blew his cover.

Fred quietly swore to himself, the gears in his brain trying to work out a solution, while George weighed out his options: lose Y/n or lose the shop. In these moments, the answer was obvious to George, but as he looked back at her, she was already bringing the glass to her lips.

“Y/N—!” George tried to warn her. As she drank the liquid she looked across the table at George, her eyes lingering on him. Seamus and Dean laughed and high-fived from behind her, as she put the glass back on the table.

Now would be a good time to take note on the assortments of love potions. There are five known assortments of love potions, each with assumingly different effects. George, having not opened up the shop with his brother yet, had not yet needed to test out these different types. Unlike Amortentia where the giver of the potion is the one the drinker will be infatuated with, it’s the first person that the drinker sees that they will be infatuated with in this case.

— — George’s POV — —

She kept staring at me, as if something was stopping her from looking away. A smile slowly formed on her lips, as she rested her head in her hands, still staring at me.

“Y/n? You alright there?” Fred asked, moving his head next to mine to try and get her to look at him. She kept staring, her smile big as she replied in an airy voice, “never been better”.

Seamus, clearly annoyed, sat directly next to Y/n and moved her head with his hands so that she was facing him, “Helloooo?” he said into her face,

“I’d rather look at George Weasley,” she giggled, looking back at me, her head resting in her hands again, “God, you’re handsome, isn’t he handsome, er, whatever your name is,” she said to Seamus, causing Fred and Dean to laugh and Seamus to look like he would explode with anger.

“Uh, how about we go for a walk?” I suggest quickly, standing up as more people start to pay attention to the small scene.

Y/n gasped with excitement, “yes! Let’s go on a loooong romantic walk together!”

I start to walk toward the door with Y/n walking on the other side of the table at the same pace, watching me still with that smile.

Fred nudged me, “George, mate, don’t get sucked into it, it’s the potion talking—“

“I know,” I say quietly back, “we’re going to the hospital wing”.

Walking all the way up to the hospital wing was nothing short of a nightmare. All I’ve wanted was for Y/n to have feelings for me, but there’s only so many compliments, hand holding, cuddles and heart eyes one man can take in the space of five minutes.

“What’s the problem?” Madam Pomfrey asked,

“Y/n’s been slipped a love potion,” Fred says, as I hold up my arm which Y/n is hugging.

“Ah, I see,” Madam Pomfrey says sceptically, “I hope you realise that love potions are banned from Hogwarts…”

I explained to her that I wasn’t the one to slip Y/n that blasted potion, but how I was the first one she looked at afterwards. She thankfully believed me, and sat the dazed Y/n down on one of the hospital beds and handing her an antidote.

“Isn’t he dreamy…” Y/n giggled, eyes back on me.

“I think it best that the two of you leave, or else the antidote will take much longer to work,” Madam Pomfrey explained, as Y/n flipped her hair and sent me a wink.

Fred and I both agreed, and we said good-bye to Y/n, to which she started crying. “Noooooo George, I don’t want you to leave, pleeeeeeease!” she whaled.

“It would make me really happy if you just stayed here and got some rest, alright?” I asked her, looking down at my hand that she had taken in her own. It stung that she was only acting as if she was in love with me because of a potion, and that she didn’t really have any of these feelings towards me, not really. I wanted to get out of there soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about that, but there was also something that felt perfect about my hand being in hers.

After a few hours, a healthy Y/n walked cautiously through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. A few people saw her and giggled amongst themselves, embarrassment clear on Y/n’s face. A few hours ago she couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and now she couldn’t even bring herself to look in my direction, instead looking at the floor as she walked past the Gryffindors, towards the stair case leading to the dormitories.

“Y/n, hold up,” I say, taking hold of her forearm as we were half way up the staircase. She turned around, taking a moment before gaining the confidence to look up at me.

“Y/n, I know you probably feel like shit, and if there’s anything I can do I’ll do it, but I didn’t slip you that love potion, I wouldn’t do that to you,” I try to explain. I wasn’t trying to defend myself, I just wanted to ease some of the embarrassment that she was feeling. I repeat the story of how it all happened, and I could see her face soften. “I wouldn’t do anything to force you to have feelings for me, I know you don’t feel that way about me,” I say, not meaning to sound as deflated as I felt.

Y/n looked at me, not the same way as this morning, but with a curious look, as if briefly studying me.

“I do like you, George,” she said, smiling at the look of astonishment on my face.

“You… What?” is all I manage to say, causing her to laugh,

“Yeah, I like you a fair bit, maybe not crazy in love like this morning,” she smiles, “but there’s definitely something there. I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of you today, so I might as well admit it all now,” she says with a shrug.

I don’t say anything for a few seconds, because what do you say back to that? The girl who went from head-over-heels in love with me to what I thought would be her despising me, and now meeting in the middle to her fancying me, it’s a lot. So, with no words coming to mind to save me, I kissed her. I wrapped my arm around her, my free hand resting on her jaw, as she kissed me back almost immediately.

We parted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew that Seamus being such a dick could’ve turned out this good?

Saturday Night (Vernon x Reader)

Originally posted by visual-17

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: can you write something sub!vernon? with a female dom? maybe pegging or using toys on him? if it’s too much then that’s okay


Genre: Smut

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Warnings: language, dom/sub, anal sex, toys

Word Count: 2689

Authors Note: This was an interesting ask lmao. But, I always like a challenge, so I decided to take this request. I hope it’s good enough, I’m worried in case I got anything wrong in it. Let me know if I did, and I’ll take that into account next time. However, I hope you enjoy this as always, feedback is appreciated, notify me of any errors, and happy reading! ^^

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Tutoring | PJ  {Pt. 2}

Pairing: Student!Jimin X Student!Reader {ft. student!Jungkook and student!Taehyung}

Summary: Park Jimin was known for studying hard and getting good grades, but when he starts failing his parents force him into tutoring which is where y/n is pushed to step in and help the boy. Let’s not forget that this boy used to be her ultimate crush before he broke her heart.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: fake sex, fake moans, mentions of sex

Word Count: 4.1k

Note: This is part two, you can find part one here

Y/n wasn’t a big fan of going to the lounge, mainly because her friends were always trying to set her up with some guy that she had no absolute interest in whatsoever. As soon as she stepped inside that café and looked over at the lounge she saw a massive group of people, laughing and talking. She turned around, about to head out when she heard the call of her friends. “Y/n! Y/n come sit!” Park Cho-rong said, a boy latched onto her neck as he left hickies along the skin that she exposed. Y/n turned around and sighed, walking over and sitting down between her and a boy who she saw around school; Kim Taehyung.

“Yo! Finally, you two arrive!” Taehyung suddenly shouted as y/n turned to look Jungkook and Jimin walk through the door. “Oh, look Jungkook, your boyfriend really missed you.” Jimin said indicating Tae and Jungkook were in a relationship causing him to playfully punch Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin smiled before noticing y/n and sitting on top of Taehyung so he could be next to her. “Yah! Pabo get off!” Taehyung said trying to push the boy off him, but he just ignored him and kept his eyes fixed on y/n’s orbs. “Hey.” He said, running his tongue over his bottom lip before smirking slightly.

Tae managed to push Jimin off him but it caused him to fall on top of y/n, his face dangerously close to hers that she could hear him breathing. His chest moving in sync with her own as it raised and fell with each breath. “S-sorry.” Y/n stuttered, feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks as she went to reach up and brush some hair behind her ear, but Jimin beat her to it. Pushing the strand of h/c behind her hair and smiling, running his tongue over his lips once again. “You’re apologising for me falling on you?” He asked causing them both to laugh slightly.

“Guys you in?” A voice broke the two out of the trance, they both turned their heads and looked at the girl with long black hair and a black cap placed on her head. “What are we doing?” Jimin asked, pushing himself off and away from y/n and awaiting the girl’s answer. “We’re playing Shadows, you guys in?” She asked and y/n cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?” She asked and everyone smirked at her. “A little game. Sort of like, hide and go seek except the first two who are caught have to…do stuff” She explained and the air got caught in y/n’s throat.

This girl may attend church and be innocent but she knew exactly what the girl meant. “I’m in.” Jimin spoke up, y/n turning her head and looking at the boy who didn’t even meet her gaze. He just held a charming smile on his face as Tae patted his back. “I’m in too.” Y/n said, everyone nodding and smiling. “Okay, I am the seeker—“ The same girl was cut off by Taehyung. “But you’re always the seeker.” He whined and everyone laughed. “Fine, Tae and I will be the seekers. Now remember the three rules, you can only hide up to the bridge, you can’t hide with more than one person and if you’re caught you can’t back out.” She explained and everyone nodded.

Y/n felt nervous, she prayed she wouldn’t be found first unless maybe if Jimin was found first. Y/n was innocent yes, but she’d do anything with Jimin. She does have sexual desires and dirty thoughts too about the boy. “Alright. Let the games begin. Remember, one minute to go hide. Starting…now.” She said and everyone ran out of the café, Jimin grabbing y/n’s hand and finally making eye contact with her once again. “Come with me.” He said, and all y/n could do was move her feet as he dragged her to god knows where. They ended up running into an alley, the walls so close together but there was enough space for the two to be pressed up against each other.

Chest to chest, feeling each other’s heavy breaths they take and let out. Y/n could feel something pushing against her thigh and she thought it might be his phone or his keys so she decided to whisper. “Umm…Jimin?” She asked, her voice so quiet but so loud in the alley. “Yeah?” He whispered back, thanking that it was dark because he was so red in the face right now. “Could you move your phone, or keys, or whatever is in your pocket?” She asked and he felt his cheeks heat up even more. “I don’t think I can do that…” He whispered back and y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“Why not?” She asked, moving her leg to try and find a more comfortable spot but as she did so Jimin released a small whimper. “Oh.” She dragged out, realising Jimin had a hard on. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to restrain himself from just fucking the girl right then and there. “Sorry, I-I didn’t realise.” She stumbled over her words a few times, feeling her own cheeks heat up and questions swarm her mind. Did I cause that? She smirked a little, the thought so good for some reason. “It’s okay, just try not to move too much.” He managed to squeak out without letting out a moan of a sort.

Minutes past but it felt like time was going so slow for them, there they stood pressed up against one another in the cold. Suddenly a light shined down the alley and landed on both of their faces. “Oh!” Taehyung called out, smiling and throwing a whistle as he looked at the two. Both squinting as the light shined brightly in their eyes. “Come out you two! Looks like you two will be doing some naughty things later.” Why did this make y/n nervous yet excited? Maybe because she had never done anything with a guy but she finally was but it was with her long-time crush who broke her heart.

 There y/n sat on the bed, feeling weird and awkward while Jimin sat in his computer chair, spinning around. “So, how do you want to do this?” He asked finally coming to a stop and flashing that millions dollar smile that made the girl’s heart melt. “I-I don’t know.” She stuttered, feeling heat in her cheeks as she looked down to avid eye contact. “How about this…” Jimin took out his phone and opened the voice recorder, y/n was confused but he made his way over to the bed. Smirking at how uneasy she would get around him, yet so calm in a way.

“Just go along with it.” He mouthed and she arched an eyebrow. Suddenly Jimin moaned, it was awkward cause y/n didn’t know what to do. He gave her a questioning look, and she nodded. She began to made seductive moans, acting like she was having sex with Jimin. The two began making moans and grunts, Jimin’s hands were placed on either side of her as he began to push down into the mattress to make it squeak. Making it bounce and squeak as y/n layed underneath his frame.

Her moans sounded so real to the boy and sounded like music to his ears, he had never heard anything so beautiful to him before. In a way, he was getting turned on but knew he needed to control his hormones before his dick makes another awkward appearance. To be more convincing y/n began to spit some words out, using dirty talk and it almost felt so real to Jimin. Jimin knew what she was doing and decided to give it a try too, yes it made them both cringe but it sounded believable. They finally finished and made it sound like they finished and Jimin turned off the recording.

“Do you think they’ll believe it?” She asked standing up, walking towards the boy as he began playing it and listening to the recording. They both look at each other and cringed. “I don’t know. We might need a little more evidence than that.” He said, Jimin knew they had enough but he just wanted to have a little fun. “Well what else could we do?” She asked, and Jimin made it look like he was thinking but he already had an idea in mind. “Take off your panties.” He said sternly, making eye contact with the shy girl with a confused expression on her face.

“What? No. That’s weird.” She said lying straight through her teeth. She would take them off straight away for him but she didn’t want to show him that he had an effect on her. “Do you want to be caught?” He asked and y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, giving him a gesture to turn around and he did. She reached under her skirt and pulled down the white lace panties she was wearing and handed them to the boy. He was shocked at first but just smiled and placed the lace between his teeth. Pulling a fuckboi face as he took a selfie of it quickly and then handed them back to y/n.

“Was that really necessary?” She asked slipping them around her ankles and pulling them back up while his back was still turned. “Yes, unless you want to get caught I would thank me.” He said, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you? If it hadn’t been for you I wouldn’t have been caught in the first place and been forced to have fake sex with you and then give you my panties to put in your mouth.” Her voice changed as she grew slightly irritated with the boy in front of her. “Ah, I never knew you were so good with words.” He said placing his hand over his heart and smiling.

Y/n huffed and stormed past him, leaving his house annoyed and frustrated. “Idiot!” She yelled at herself as she got closer to her own house and then went inside. Greeting her parents coldly before storming upstairs and into her room, closing and locking her door as she landed on her soft bed. The mattress muffled her loud screams thankfully. Her phone beeped and she grabbed it, unlocking it to see Jimin had posted in the group chat.


Done and dusted. Nice and tight! Thanks y/n.

Jimin sent an audio.

Jimin send a photo.

 Y/n scoffed and cringed at it, hating herself for listening to him. Maybe he isn’t different, maybe he’s still the same guy from elementary. She thought to herself, feeling the need to cry but she shook away the tears that were about to fall. She changed out of her clothes and into some sweats, feeling more comfortable and warm. She rubbed her moisturizer on her face when her phone began going off, everyone in the group chat.


Y/n you dirty girl! Go you!


Wow, you guys did it. Jimin you dog!



Jae Eun

That’s fucking gross. Don’t post that shit in the group chat


Stfu Jae Eun, nobody asked for your opinion. Just because you wanted to be the one to do it with Jimin.

 After reading that last message y/n put her phone down, feeling worried that Jae Eun would now hate her after having fake sex with Jimin. She couldn’t believe they all believed it, except Jungkook who seemed a bit sceptical about it all. “I’m telling you, she was so upset when she ran out of here. I have another tutor session with her tomorrow afternoon and I’m going to play the good guy again.” Jimin said into the phone as Jungkook laughed on the other end. “So, you guys haven’t boned yet?” He asked finally stopping himself from laughing. “No not yet, but give it time. That girl is slowly falling for me. And she wants me. I can tell.” He said looking out his window over at y/n’s house.

“How?” Jungkook asked as Jimin stepped back from the window and ran his fingers through his hair. “She was wet. Like her panties were white but I could see that she had leaked a little in them. It was fucking hot.” Jimin said smirking to himself as he thought back to it. Jungkook began laughing like crazy before he finally calmed down and had to go. Jimin layed in bed, enjoying and letting the silence consume him as he stared at the ceiling. God, she was such a tease. He thought as he thought back to the time with her in the alley. How she kept moving her leg that was rubbing against his bulge.

 When y/n walked into school, she felt embarrassed and annoyed. Not wanting to talk to anyone, not wanting to smile, laugh, eat or do anything really except for study, work and do something she enjoys. “The three solutions of the equation f(x) = 0 are -2, 0, and 3. Therefore, the three solutions of the equation f(x - 2) = 0 are…” The teacher said, looking around the classroom for someone to put their hand up besides y/n who had her hand up each time the teacher asked a question. “Miss l/n” The teacher sighed as y/n smiled. “four, two and five.” She answered feeling proud before someone chimed in. “Wrong.” Everyone’s heads turned back to look at the boy who spoke.

 Park Jimin, who finally actually had the right answer and payed attention in class. “What’s the answer then Mr Park?” The teacher asked, feeling a little intimidated but waited to hear his answer. “zero, two and five.” He said and the teacher walked over to her desk, reading the answer before looking up, y/n had a ‘please say he’s wrong’ look on her face. “He’s right.” The teacher answered and the class was in a daze, people whispering. Y/n slumped back in her chair feeling embarrassed. She had never gotten the answer wrong in class, what was going on with her? It’s like ever since she started talking with Jimin her life began flipping upside down.

Her head popped up at those thoughts, looking ahead but in her mind the cogs were working. That’s it! She thought, smiling to herself before getting back to her work and writing down notes. She was so annoyed though that she couldn’t even concentrate on her work properly and time felt like it was flying by. The bell rung and y/n looked up at the clock that read 3:00PM, gripping her pencil more tightly before looking back down at her work seeing she had only gotten three questions done in an hour. She grumbled and began putting her stuff in her bag, the teacher dismissing them all as she stormed out and into the library. Not even wanting to tutor him anymore.

She doesn’t care if he fails but she made a promise to the principle, her parents and his parents she would help get his grades up. She sat in the library waiting, checking her watch every few minutes before looking at the door. But he didn’t walk through at any moment, and that’s when y/n knew she was being stood up. “Hey, is this seat taken?” She turned and looked at Jungkook, shaking her head and pulling her lips into a straight line as he sat across from her. “I’m Jungkook, you’re y/n, right?” He asked and the girl nodded, smiling slightly at the boy. “So, word is you’re the smartest girl and the best tutor?” He asked arching an eyebrow at her and she couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks.

“Y-yeah. I wouldn’t say that. I mean I’m doing the hardest subjects but I don’t know…” She said, trying to calm herself down but her heart rate was picking up, her cheeks now a cute red and her palms slightly sweaty. “You see I’m having trouble, with some of my work.” He said pulling out his own maths book, y/n went and sat on the other side next to him so they both could view it. Her face was so close to Jungkook’s even though it wasn’t even facing his. He watched as he tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and her eyes fluttered back and forth reading his working out, the equations and his answers. Her nose twitching so slightly every now and then. “Okay, so what you’re doing wrong here is—“ She was cut off with Jungkook pushing his lips onto hers.

She squealed, the kiss a surprise. She tried pulling away but he held her head in place, pushing his tongue past and into her mouth. She bit down on his tongue, causing him to hiss and pull away. She grabbed her things and ran out of the library and few students giving Jungkook a funny look wondering what happened. Y/n ran home and upstairs, once again locking herself in her room and throwing her stuff onto her bed before going into her bathroom and brushing her teeth. Her first kiss and it wasn’t the guy she wanted it to be with. To many girls their first kiss wasn’t a big deal, but it meant everything to y/n. She was the only virgin left in the school. The only one who hadn’t been touched. Who hadn’t even been kissed, until now.

She heard the doorbell ring and was hesitant to answer it, afraid it might be Jungkook again. Even if it was him coming to apologise, she didn’t want to see him. But no one else was home, so she had to answer it just in case it was someone else. She walked downstairs, her pepper spray hidden behind her back as she opened the door to see Jimin in a grey t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. He was sweaty, his hair pushed off his face and loud pants leaving his lips. His flushed pink cheeks and chest that kept rising and falling. “I’m sorry, I know I wasn’t there for tutoring but—“ He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on her lips.

 They were more swollen and red than usual, and Jimin couldn’t help the jealousy brewing up inside him. He stepped inside and y/n looked confused, he was so close to her. Tilting her chin to look up at him, he examined her lips more closely. “Who kisses you?” He asked, his voice darker now and y/n didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want to believe that she had her first kiss taken by a complete asshole. She didn’t want people to think she gave herself up that easily. “Y/n who kissed you?!” He yelled, his voice more aggressive now and it was starting to scare the girl more now. She couldn’t help the tears that began to fall, she needed an excuse or something. She knew how close Jungkook was with Jimin and she didn’t want them to have a falling out because of her.

“Y/n I swear to god if you don’t tell me.” He pushed her body up against the wall now, tears falling down her face as she shook her head and faint whimpers left her lips. “It was no one. I promise. No one. I just got hit in the face with a ball.” She said trying to come up with another excuse. Not only to get rid of Jimin but because she didn’t want to have her first kiss with Jungkook. “Why? Why are you lying to me? Who was it?” He asked again, his voice sounding as if he was pleading. And that’s when she did it, she brought her hand up and pushed his neck so his lips crashed against hers. His cherry flavoured lip balm chap stick on her lips.

The tears touching his skin as they came tumbling out of her eyes. Both just melting into the kiss, and she compared it to Jungkook’s. His was rough and unwanting, unlike Jimin’s whose was kind, soft and calm. Their lips fit together like they were made for each other. They finally pulled back, y/n’s hands still on the back of his neck and his hands still on her hips firmly. “You. That’s who I kissed. You were my first kiss.” She said softly, his orbs staring right into hers. “I was?” He choked slightly, he had never been someone first kiss. He always thought it was the best thing to be someone’s kiss because you can tell who someone is by their kiss.

“Was it good?” He asked, his voice a little shaky due to him being worried it was bad. She nodded her head and he smiled, pressing his plump lips too hers once again. After a hot make out session y/n invited Jimin upstairs so they could do their tutoring session which was just them two messing around with their work out in front of them and untouched. “S-stop!” She giggled as his fingers pressed into her sides, adding pressure to the sensitive spots. “Give me a kiss and I will.” Jimin said puckering his lips out for her. She smiled and climbed onto his lap, straddling the boy and kissing his lips once again. Oh, how she could kiss those lips forever.

She pulled back and looked into his orbs, a question that she’s been dying to ask all night crossing her mind once again. “Jimin…” She asked as he hummed a response for her to continue. “What does this make us? I mean, what am I to you now?” She asked and there was just silence, Jimin licked his lips slightly. “Well…” he said before swiftly turning them over so she was now pinned down to the bed, his body hovering over hers as she smiled. “How about girlfriend?” He asked, smirking slightly at the blushing girl. She nodded her head before his lips attacked the exposed skin on her neck. As much as she was enjoying the feeling of his lips on her skin the sounds of her parents walking into the house made her push the boy off her body onto the floor.

His body made a loud thud causing y/n to suddenly panic. “Y/n you okay?” She heard her mother’s voice call out. “Yeah, just about to take a shower!” She called out, her parents feet suddenly heard as they began coming up the stairs. Y/n grabbed Jimin and bolted into the bathroom, turning on the shower and ridding herself of her clothes and pushing Jimin into the shower before closing the shower curtain on them. “Y/n? you in here?” Her mother walked into her room and into the bathroom. “Yeah, sorry mum. Just in the shower.” Jimin tried his best to look away from y/n’s body but it was so beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her breasts.

“It’s alright. How was tutoring with Jimin?” She asked causing y/n to look at the boy who she was pressed up against. “Good. He got a lot done. I think he still needs some more sessions though.” She called out, her heart beat picking up and Jimin could feel it against his chest. “Okay, well once you’re done showering with him come downstairs for dinner okay?” Jimin went wide eyed and looked at y/n, wondering how she knew. “His homework was left on your bed. Be careful so your father doesn’t find him in there.” And with that her mother walked downstairs. “Oh my god. I’m in the shit.” She said to herself before turning off the shower and stepping out, wrapping a towel around her body as Jimin also stepped out still wearing his damp clothes. Y/n chuckled and handed him a towel. 

“Sorry, I have some of my brother’s old clothes if you want?” She asked and he nodded, grabbing a towel and trying to dry his clothes body. Y/n quickly went and grabbed him a blue Harvard sweater and some grey sweat pants. Closing the bathroom door so he could get changed and she could too.After the two were clothed and dry y/n hesitated to go downstairs. What would her father think of Jimin? Jimin held her hand and y/n looked at the sincere smile he gave her. “It’ll be fine.” He cooed softly, taking her hand in his as they made their way downstairs. “Finally, I have some people I want you to meet.” Her father said as they got downstairs, a man stood there in a suit next to a face that y/n can’t seem to escape.

 “Y/n, this is Mr. Jeon and this is his son Jungkook.”

New Man (Part 2)

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

Part 1

You couldn’t believe your eyes, but there leaning against your door frame with a smirk on his lips was Luke.

     The famous scowl on your face was something Luke had grown accustomed to. You either made the face when you were pissed at someone or when you were deeply upset. It was hard to tell this time, your eyes narrowing into slits as you stared at your ex-boyfriend in annoyance. You sighed loudly and rubbed at your temples. “Why are you here?” you questioned, cocking your head to the side and raising your eyebrows in question. The smirk on Luke’s face only grew as his eyes scanned over your body. He cleared his throat and tried hard not to stare at your cleavage which had become exposed during your makeout session.

“You didn’t pack Raine’s medicine,” Luke said. He didn’t even wait for you to invite him in, slipping pass you quickly and entering your home. Your mouth parted in surprise and you quickly turned on your heels to catch up to him.

“Luke I didn’t invite you in!” you scolded, “And I did pack her medicine it was the first thing I put in the bag.” You rushed after him, but came to a stop when you realized he had gone into the kitchen instead of the bathroom like you had expected. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You slowly walked into the kitchen and the instant you came inside you felt the awkward tension. Scott had taken the food out the oven, but took it upon himself to light the candles and dim the lights. You smiled at the sight, seeing Scott beginning to place the food on some plates. Your happy moment was ruined when you remembered Luke was in your home. 

“Baby this looks amazing,” Scott shouted over his shoulder. He hadn’t even realized Luke was in the room. The tall man leaning against your counter top and watching your boyfriend.

“I forgot you had a date tonight,” Luke said. His words came out sincere, but the look he was giving you said otherwise. He was lying. Luke never forgot anything you told him, especially something like this. Scott’s attention was brought to you and Luke when he heard the male voice. Scott’s gaze landed on Luke first taking in the other man that towered over him. 

“Oh hey um…” Scott’s voice trailed off. You were speechless for a second until Scott looked at you. Luke was staring at you too and you mentally groaned.

“Scott this is Luke, Raine’s dad. Luke this is my boyfriend, Scott,” you introduced. Realization struck over Scott’s face and Luke held out his hand and said a greeting to him. “He was just picking something up for Raine and then leaving,” you said through gritted teeth. Scott nodded at your words.

“Well it’s nice to meet you. It’s great that you two co-parent and get along well,” Scott commented. He was trying to be as cordial as possible already knowing Luke had one up on him from the fact that you two had a child together.  

“Yeah well you know a father’s got to be in his child’s life not matter the circumstances,” Luke laughed. He was the only one to laugh. The sound ending and a throat clear following afterwards. You rolled your eyes at his words and began to rock on the balls of your feet. Luke took notice of it. This action had always been something you did when you were nervous. Luke was about to say something else, but your spoke up. 

“Who’s watching Raine?” you questioned, realizing your little girl wasn’t with her father. Scott shifted in his spot, somehow feeling the weird tension in the room. He had just turned the oven off, so the fact that everyone was heated couldn’t have been from that. 

“My parent’s have her. Oh! They wanted to know when you were going to come and visit? Christmas is coming soon maybe you should come over for the party,” Luke suggested, “It’ll be just like old times except this time I won’t be pleasu-”

“So-uh her medicine should be in the bathroom cabinet,” you quickly told Luke, pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the bathroom. You knew where Luke was going with his last sentence, that famous scowl of yours showing back up on your face. 

“Right! I’ll go and get that,” Luke said, pushing off the counter. Luke made sure to squeeze pass you, eyes locked on yours as he did so. Once he was out the room you let out a sigh of relief. You began to chew on your bottom lip and Scott cleared his throat to get your attention.

“He seems nice,” he said, walking over to you and grabbing your hands. You genuinely laughed at his words, knowing Scott was being sarcastic. There was never anything nice when it came to Luke meeting a guy you were dating. Ever since the two of you broke up Luke had made it clear that he didn’t want you seeing someone else. He had claimed it was because Raine was too young and shouldn’t be seeing men coming and going. You had agreed at some point, but after meeting Scott things changed. What didn’t make sense was the fact that Luke would go around dating people, but you weren’t allowed to. He was the biggest hypocrite you ever met. 

“I’m sorry about him. I honestly didn’t know he would show up,” you told Scott, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrapped around your body, hand going down to squeeze at your ass. You giggled in delight and playfully hit him against his chest. “Hey!” you exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. 

“What? We were in the middle of something. Something that felt so good and so right, and then you pulled away,” he reminded you. You hummed in agreement and leaned in to kiss him. Before your lips could even touch, Luke showed up.

“Found it!” Luke yelled, holding the medicine up. You knew for a fact that you had packed what was in his hands and gave Luke this look to say he wasn’t slick. 

“Great I guess you’ll be going now,” you said, pulling away from Scott and yanking Luke towards the door. Scott followed behind the two of you, wanting to wish Luke a safe drive. You opened the door and Luke said his goodbyes, but he made sure to pull you into a deep intimate hug before doing so. The two of you hadn’t hugged since you broke up, so you know Luke had came here on purpose. Almost acting like a dog that had peed on an object to claim it as their own. Luke was trying to show superiority. After he had left the rest of your date was left in a semi-awkward silence.

     “No I’m telling you Scott didn’t even want to touch me after Luke left. The first time we didn’t have sex after a date and it’s because my ex ruined it,” you told your best friend. She laughed at your words and rolled her eyes. The two of you were spending the day out together. Catching up on what happened during the week and just relaxing. At the moment the two of you were out shopping. You walked from out the dressing room to show her your outfit. “I think this one is a bit too tight,” you said, tugging at the black and white dress. “Anyway I swear Luke deliberately ruined my date on purpose,” you last said.

“Shouldn’t have told him you were going on a date in the first place. You managed to keep Scott hidden for two months. Imagine what would have happened if Luke had known sooner,” Danielle said, giving her finger a twirl in a request to see the back of the dress. She was right if Luke had known early on you wouldn’t have gotten a third date with Scott at all. “Yeah that dress isn’t you. What’s the next one?” You headed back into the dressing room and began to change into another dress while Danielle continued to talk. “Do you think Luke still has feelings for you? Like he wants to pick things back up maybe?” she questioned. Your actions had paused at her words and you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

“I don’t think so I mean it was a mutual breakup. One he initiated might I add, and really the only time we do talk is if it involves Raine,” you replied. Your lips pursed as you thought about something that did happen between you two that didn’t involve Raine at all. You pulled on the second dress, “I mean except for that one time we slept with each other,” you said nonchalantly. 

“YOU WHAT!?!” Danielle exclaimed, making you jump in your spot when she flung the door to the dressing room open. “You didn’t tell me that! Spill!” she said, poking you in the arm. You shrugged trying to figure out where to start. “Was it recently?” she questioned, narrowing her eyes at you in a suspect way. You began to chew on your bottom lip and Danielle’s smile grew even more. “It was wasn’t it?” she asked.

“No it wasn’t recent, I have a boyfriend remember!” you said, pushing her shoulder in a playful manner. “It was um after Luke broke up with his girlfriend. They had been broken up for over a month,” you began to tell her, “This was around the time I first met Scott we’d gone on like three dates.” Danielle was soaking in everything you were saying. Almost like a baby’s fascination with bubbles. “Anyway Raine was with my mom for the weekend and Luke called me up to go grab a drink with him and ya know things kinda escalated from there.” Danielle’s mouth gaped in surprise. Usually you told her everything, but you had never mentioned this. “What do you think of this one?” you said, smoothing down the dress. 

“It looks great…was the sex good?” she asked, her interest no longer on the shopping, but on the fact that you and your baby daddy got it in.  

“The sex was amazing and when I say we spent the whole weekend inside,” you made a noise that sounded similar to a moan and your friend laughed. “After that we just-we never spoke of it. As if nothing had happened,” you said. You stared out into space and then cleared your throat. “It’s whatever. Luke and I have our differences and we’ve moved on from each other.” With that said you went back to what you had been doing. Danielle stared at the back of your head unconvinced. 

“Well now you have someone better who cares for you,” she said. You smiled at her words and nodded. Clearly you and Luke still had some type of feelings for each other, but she was going to let you both figure that out on your own. “So when are you letting Scott meet Raine?” Danielle asked, wanting to change the subject. You felt your heart skip a beat at her question. For about a week you had been talking about wanting the two to meet and soon the day was coming up. 

“In two weeks. I’m really nervous because if Raine doesn’t like him or they won’t get along I’d have to end things.”  You also hoped Luke wouldn’t ruin that date either, but there was no telling with him.
Carry On: The Musical
A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

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A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by @ddoale ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

Since the songs have annotations that don’t show up on mobile, I’ll put them under the cut! Hope you enjoy!!

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – (The Real) Part 6 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: Thanks again for being so patient :) It’s been a crazy few weeks for me with BTS & with work >< but I’m glad I finally was able to finish the update woo ~ I placed another “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Enjoy!

Originally posted by jengkook

Originally posted by just-namjooned

           "Um…is it me or is Mr. Park staring at us creepily?“ You hummed as you and Jungkook got settled inside your cubicle.

           Jungkook glanced over to find Jimin grinning widely in front of the cubicle with his arms crossed, not saying a word.

           "Um can we help you?” Jungkook blinked.

           Jimin clutched his chest and fell to the side of the cubicle dramatically. “I can’t believe my two favorite people didn’t trust me enough to confide in me!!”

           Your eyebrow rose at the sudden change of behavior and emotion. “What’re you talking about Mr. Park?”

           "No.“ Jimin exhaled and looked forlorn. "Don’t mind me. I apparently am not worthy enough to be told of your love…after I went to such lengths to get you two together.”

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The Things She Carried

Part 6. Back To College

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1800+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic  @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02 @stormisamystery @itschelseabennett @samdean-67 @feelmyroarrrr @mrsbatesmotel53

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Bringer of Storms, Destroyer of worlds.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 1,930
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 3 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

At work, Jared didn’t let himself get too close to you. He skirted past Jensen’s questions, changing the subject without being obvious as much as he could.

During free time in Vancouver, he spent what he could getting to know River. He’d told you after an afternoon of pizza and movies while you ran errands, that he hoped his other kids grew up to be as wild and carefree as River had. He loved his sense of humor, loved how he smiled through anything, and always looked for the good in a situation. Loved his quick wit that was beyond his years. And you loved that Jared was so taken with his son.

But back home in Texas, it was different. He had assured Gen that there was nothing between you and him, but as far as she knew, your son was just that. Your son. He never mentioned River to her. Never brought it up after the phone call. She had called to talk to Jensen about it, to ease her worries. “They barely talk at work. Sometimes she sits with us to eat, but as far as I know, that’s it.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

He chuckled softly. “I get it. Don’t worry, okay. He loves you more than anything.”

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Burgers In New York (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Hi, so this is my first fic on here. I want to give a BIG thanks to my best friend @pumpernickelbae. She read this as I wrote it and she encouraged me to finish it, so thanks! Hope you enjoy, please like and reblog it if you liked it. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, some asshole kids


Your name: submit What is this?

You’d always hated working at the diner. Sure, you had a great boss and you made money, but come on. The diner itself was filthy; it always smelled of grease, artificial strawberries, cologne and perfume. The amount of people who walked in there with way too much cologne or perfume was ridiculous.  But also, the diner kept you from going to school full time. You had nowhere near enough money to go to college, so you had to spend as much time as possible working at the diner, which made for a barely there social life. For now, night classes were the only thing you could afford, and even that was a struggle to continue to pay for. It was hard to keep up school, a full-time job and a boyfriend.

“Y/N, do you mind handling the tables for now? Those guys came back and I don’t wanna deal with them.” Your annoying co-worker Dana whined to you and looking at you with a hopeful look.

You turned your back to her, rolling your eyes as you rinsed your hands of the soap on them.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks so much!” She shouted, her already high-pitched voice rising to even higher decibels. You winced as you dried your hands on your apron and snatched the pen and pad away from her.

“Yeah, no problem.”

When you walked out into the dining area, you saw the guys that Dana was talking about. They were a group of high-school aged kids who always came in at this same time. They always tried to flirt with the other female waiters who worked with you, but they were especially annoying towards Dana. It was understandable though; Dana was the prettiest worker there by far, what with her big lips, curvy body and gorgeous eyes. It was the reason she got the most tips.

You walked to the same table they always occupied and, as always, made an effort to make yourself look as unattractive as possible. It didn’t work.

“Oh yeah, we got the prettiest waitress here!” one kid shouted, flashing his teeth at you.

“Y’all are sweet. What will you guys have?” you asked.

“Some of you, I hope.” Another kid mumbled giving you a smirk, he probably assumed was sexy. The other kids laughed loudly at what he said, making the other patrons in the diner turn towards you with annoyed looks.

Margo, your boss, walked out from her office next to the kitchen to see what the commotion was. She gave you an apologetic look, since she knew that these kids were always the hardest to deal with.

“Uh, we’ll have the usual.” Said one kid, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You guys always order something different every time you come here. I need y’all to look at the menus and give me some answers. I’ll come back in 10.” You said, turning around and walking towards Margo, who was leaning against the bar counter.

“Hey, girl. Your favorite customers came to visit you, huh?” Margot joked, her Brooklyn accent making its appearance.

“Ha, yeah. My faves.” You mumbled.

You heard the door jingle, indicating the presence of another customer.

“Better get back to the ol’ grind, babes.” She said, pushing you away from the bar counter. You turned to look for the customer who just walked in and found him sitting at a window booth, looking at a menu that was already there.

You walked up his table and put on a smile.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. What drink would you like?” you asked.

“Uh, some water I guess.” He answered, not looking up from his menu.

“Coming up.” You walked away and got his water.

A moment later you came back to his table to find him still looking at his menu.

“Need more time?” you asked, putting the glass down carefully and placing a straw next to it.

He finally looked up from the menu. To say that he was attractive was a serious understatement.

“Yes, please.”

Your face turned red as you nodded your head and walked away.

Dana was standing at the bar counter, staring at the customer who you were just helping.

“I want a piece of him.” She whispered in awe.

You chuckled. “Jesus, me too.” You turned to stare at him too. Margo soon came out to stand next to Dana.

“What are we staring at?”

“The hot dude by the window.” Dana answered.

Margo nodded her head. “He’s cute.”

Both you and Dana turned to her and were ready to criticize her for her dismissive response at his looks before you both remembered that Margo batted for the other team.

“Oh please, Margo. Even your gay ass can see that he’s hot as shit.” You said.

“I don’t know that he’s hot as shit, but yeah he’s cute.” Margo said. She turned to look at a different table. “Looks like our favorite customers are ready to order.”

You looked at the table that Margo pointed at and saw the high school kids were trying to wave you down. You gave Margo a dirty look before walking over to the guys.

“You guys ready to order?”

“Yeah baby. We want the other waitress to come over here and say hi.” One of them asked.

“Sorry, you got me instead. Are you guys ready to order?” you repeated.

They all rolled their eyes and one of the kids began to list off what they each wanted. You wrote down each order and walked to the kitchen to give in their order.

You made your way to the hot customer. “Are you ready yet?”

He looked up from his phone and answered, “Yes and no. I’m ready to order, but everything looks good here. What do you suggest?” He gave you a smile. How could you say no to his sexy smile?

“Uh, um yeah I guess.” Your face got red and you mentally kicked yourself. Why are you acting like a 12-year-old girl? “The burgers here are good, and uh, the fries too. You could get a smoothie if you’re thirsty, but I mean you already have water so why would you want that?” you stammered.

He chuckled as you continued your rambling. “And uh, the chicken fingers taste fine too.”

He nodded his head, seeming to consider the choices you gave him.

“I’ll take the burger. With extra lettuce please.” He said. You nodded your head vigorously and wrote down his order.

“Anything else?” you asked. He shook his head and you walked away from the table, trying hard not to trip over your feet, which you had a habit of doing in front of guys you liked.

10 minutes later you brought his order to his table.

“Anything else?” You asked. He said no and you walked away from his table.

You had since brought the annoying kids their food and now they were waving you down so that they could get their bill. Or so you thought.

“Hey baby, do you think you could turn around and give us a little peek at that fine piece of ass?”

“Yeah, it’s so good looking, ya know? Like something I’d really like to squeeze.”

“Do you boys want to order anything else?” You asked, ignoring their lewd and extremely loud comments.

“Aw, come on baby. We’ve had such a hard day today, if you know what I mean.” One of them said, winking at you.

“Yeah, we really need a little pick me up. So a little booty peek might make us feel better.” Another one said, leaning in closer to you.

“Yeah, or maybe flash us some of your tits. That might be better.” A third boy spoke out. Your face began to turn red with anger and you opened your mouth to tell them something before another kid began to speak.

“Or maybe a peek of what’s in those pants.” He said, grabbing onto your arm.

You flinched your arm away and felt it hit something hard. You turned around, worried that it might be another kid, coming to back up his friends. You were relieved to find that it was the hot customer.

“Do any of you boys want to repeat what you just said here?” the hot customer said, his voice rumbling loudly in your ear.  You resisted the urge to shiver.

All of the boys looked around at each other, unsure of what to say.

One of them decided to answer. “No, sir.”

“Good, now all of you get out of here, and go ask your moms the proper way to speak to women.” The customer said.

The boys hesitated for a second before they all scrambled to get out of their seats. You were about to stop them and ask for them to pay for their meal but they were all out of the restaurant in less than 30 seconds before the words came out of your mouth.

You turned around to thank the hot customer and saw him reaching to his back pocket.

“How much was their bill?” he asked, his wallet appearing from behind him.

“What? You’re not paying for their bill!”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m the one who made them leave. I should pay.”

“No. It’s because you made them leave that you shouldn’t pay. Not even for your meal.”

“It’s fine.” He said, pulling out a hundred dollar bill.

“Wha- No! Their and your bill don’t add up to that.” You shouted.

“Just take the rest of it as a tip.” He said, adding a wink to the end of his sentence. He walked back to his table, ignoring your protests. He sat back down and finished eating his hamburger.

You walked to the register, pushing aside the kid who stood in front of it and got the hot customer’s change.

You stomped over to his table and slammed the money onto it.

“Here’s your change.” You said. He just looked up at you and grinned. You walked away, suddenly flustered again.

20 minutes later, he got up from his seat, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the restaurant.

The bus boy walked over and cleaned up the table. A few minutes later, he walked up to you and handed you the same change that you had slammed on the table a while before.

“I think this is your tip?” the bus boy said quietly. You took it from him and shoved it into your pocket.

At around 6:00, the end of your shift, Margo walked out of her office to say goodbye.

“Oh, and did you get “hot customer’s” number?” she asked, putting air quotations over the nickname you and Dana had started calling him by.

“No, why would I have gotten his number?”

“Cause he really seemed to tickle your fancy.”

You giggled. “’Tickle my fancy’?”

She giggled right along with you. “Yeah, tickled your fancy. You were acting super girly when taking his order.”

You shook your head. “Yeah well, I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well. I met your boyfriend. And I fucking hate him.”

You laughed. “Okay, Margo. I gotta go.” You said, grabbing your bag from her office, which served as the worker’s lockers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She said, waving her hand at you.

You said goodbye to the other workers there and walked out of the diner.

Later that night, you got a text from your boyfriend.

From Jack:

Hey wanna hang tonight? ;)

To Jack:

Not tonight babe. I’m really tired.

To Jack:

Guess what happened at work today??

From Jack:

I thought you were tired now u want to talk?

To Jack:

I’m too tired to go over to your house and mess around. I’m not too tired to talk to you. I’m sorry that I want to talk to my boyfriend

From Jack:

Oh I’m your boyfriend?? didn’t realize, since you never make time 4 me

To Jack:

I have to work all the time in order to pay my fucking bills Jack, sorry I can’t be with you every second of every day.

To Jack:

I hope you realize, that I make time to text you every chance I get. Do you know how many times I almost get caught texting in class

From Jack:

sorry I make things so difficult 4 u

To Jack:

Whatever. So do you want to talk or not

From Jack:

We can talk at my house

To Jack:

Or we can stay texting

From Jack:

Okay, then I don’t want to talk

To Jack:

Fine, good night

You threw down your phone in frustration. Maybe there was a reason Margo hated him so much?

Ever since that day, the hot customer had come to the diner, and the high-school kids never came again. (Margo admitted that on the day you had taken off from work (to go out with Jack), the hot customer had driven the boys out of the diner after they’d said many inappropriate things to Dana. Each day he had come in, you’d tried to give him back the money you owed him. And each day, he refused to take it.

One day, you had even decided to be a little more creative with giving him the money, hoping that would compel him to actually keep the money. Before you had taken him his burger (his usual order when coming into the diner, always with extra lettuce), you’d slid the $30 in between the burger and the bun.

You’d brought his order, and asked if he needed anything else, trying to act as normal as possible.

You walked away and rested against the bar counter, watching his reaction. He took a bite of his burger and grimaced as his teeth made contact with the money. He spit out whatever food in his mouth and opened the burger. A smile moved across his face as he realized what was in the burger. Then all of a sudden, he began to howl with laughter. The few customers in the diner looked at him, wondering why he was laughing. The hot customer started clapping along with his laughter. He saw you leaning on the bar counter and pointed at you, continuing his laughter. You giggled at the sight and walked to the new customers that just walked into the diner.

After the hot customer had left, the bus boy came over and gave you the same $30 you’d tried giving back to the man, along with a note. The note read: nice try :), but please, keep the money. You deserve it –D.D.D

After reading that note, you decided to finally keep the money.

Now, every day after the note, you had been feeling even more flustered than before. You were extra cautious with every move you made, worried that he was watching you. And because you always had luck with things you wanted, you were constantly making mistakes in front of him. Like spilling people’s orders on yourself, tripping over your feet, and many other embarrassing things like that. Thankfully, every time you looked at him, he seemed to not be looking at you. Why can’t you just get over this ridiculous crush? You asked yourself everyday.

It was a Friday afternoon, the diner’s busiest time. There were two other waiters working with you. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to wait on the hot customer’s usual table. However, Dana, who had been about to wait on him, walked over to you as you walked away from another table.

“They won’t let me take their order. Hot customer keeps asking for you.” She mumbled, looking jealous as she told you this. Your face turned red but you still made your way to his table. You saw that he had brought a friend with him today. This man had a much broader body than he did, but no one else could match the hot customer’s looks. However, this man was a really close second.

“Hello, I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress. What’ll have?” You asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh, so you’re Daveed’s big crush?” the other man said, looking you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips. “I must say he has good tas- Ow!” the man groaned.

Your face was a dark red but you giggled anyway. “I highly doubt that.” You turned to the hot customer. “Your name’s Daveed?”

Daveed smiled widely and answered, “Yeah.”

The both of you stared at each other for a little too long before his friend cleared his throat. “I’m Oak.”

Your cheeks turned pink again and you turned back to the other man. “Nice to meet you.” You reached out a hand to him. He took your hand and gave it a light kiss.

You giggled and asked what they wanted to order.

“My usual please.” Daveed answered.

“And I’ll have the same.” Oak said.

“A burger with extra lettuce?” You asked, writing down the order in your pad.

“What the hell? Extra lettuce? Daveed, are you crazy? How about no lettuce, please?” Oak said, looking at you.

You nodded your head. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, some meds for my friend here, since he thinks a fucking burger needs to be ruined with lettuce.”

You laughed. “I’ll check up on that.”

You walked away to put their orders in. Almost 35 minutes later, you were rushing their orders back to them.

“I’m sorry for the long wait,” you apologized. “We’re extremely busy today. I’d be happy to give y’all something for free for having to wait.”

“No, that’s okay.” Both men chorused.

“Okay then. Anything else?”

“Yes, your number. Because I know damn well Daveed will probably be too chicken to ever ask you for it.”

“Uh…” you said, your cheeks turning pink. Damn it, stop fucking blushing.

“Oak.” Daveed groaned.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

“I’m sorry. Oak is under the impression that he’s actually funny.” Daveed said, shooting his friend an angry look. Oak only laughed.

You laughed along with him and walked away from the table. After another 30 minutes, you walked over to their table to hand them their bill.

“Shut up, she’s walking over.” You heard Daveed mumble.

“No, I will not shut up. You need to ask her ou-Ow!” Oak began saying before being interrupted by Daveed’s foot.

You handed them their bill and walked away with a big smile on your face.

Everyday after that, you greeted Daveed by his name every time he came into the diner. Most of the time, he would come by himself, but at least once a week he would bring in more friends. You’d already met Oak, Anthony, Jasmine (whom you’d figured was dating Anthony since you had seen them at a table by themselves once, making out) and Lin. Each time you’d met his friends, they teased him relentlessly over his “big crush” on you.

You and Daveed always only made polite conversation, asking how the other person’s day had gone. You were progressively getting to like him better, your crush on him relying less on his looks and more on his personality.

One day while working, Jack decided to come visit you. He’d rarely come to your job; he said the place was sickening and that every time he came in there, his expensive shoes always smelled of it. You hated the way he talked about the diner. Even though you agreed with him on everything, the diner was still special to you, especially since Daveed was there almost every day.

“Hey, sexy.” He said, giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips. You pulled away quickly and tried to keep your eyes from looking over at Daveed. You prayed he hadn’t seen the kiss. But unfortunately for you, he did. Anthony was there, and he gave Daveed a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, man.” Anthony said.

“Jack, what are you doing here?” You asked, hoping your voice didn’t sound too annoyed.

“Can’t a man visit his girl?” Jack said, reaching for another kiss.

“I’m working, Jack.”

He tried reaching in for another kiss. “Come on babe. We never see each other.”

“Jack,” you warned. He rolled his eyes and stepped away from you.

“Fine, I’ll stop.” He mumbled, his voice sounding angry. Well, you couldn’t give two shits if he was angry. “I’ll go sit down in a table and wait for my girl to actually find time for me for once.”

“Get over yourself, Jack.” You hissed.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you say?” Jack growled, getting closer to you.

You weren’t backing down. “I said get over yourself.”

“Oh jeez, Y/N. Don’t start getting pissy with me.” He warned.

“Sit down, Jack, and maybe I’ll make some time for you.”

He stared at you a while longer before going to sit down.

Dana was standing nearby and she said, “Dump him already.”

You turned to her. “What?”

“Dump him. You obviously like hot customer better than him anyway.”

“His name is Daveed.” You mumbled.

“Oh god, whatever. Just dump that a-hole already, and get with that sexy hunk of meat before I go after him.”

You shook your head at her and continued working.

At the end of your shift, Jack walked with you out of the diner.

“So you want to tell me why you were attacking me in there?” Jack asked.

“Jack, can we please just get to your apartment and not fight?”

He dropped the subject quickly. “Anything for you babe.”

Jack quickly flagged down a taxi and set off for his apartment.

Daveed usually didn’t come to the diner at night. But he had just come from a party, where he’d drunk a little too much alcohol, and needed some food in his system before he set off to his bed.

When he had gotten there, he’d been damp from the rain that was pouring down. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked here. He thought to himself as he sat in his usual spot.

An hour later, he was mostly dry, drinking tea and scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, you came barging in through the door. You were completely soaked, mascara running down your face and ugly sobs coming from your mouth. Daveed immediately stood up as you walked away from the door in the direction of Margo’s office. You glanced in and let out another sob as you realized Margo wasn’t there.

Shannon, one of the few people who worked this late at night at the diner, saw you and said, “Margo left early today.”

You nodded your head. “Okay thanks.” You started walking towards the door before you saw Daveed, standing up next to his table and staring at you.

You tried your hardest to put a smile on your face, but failed miserably. Daveed walked over, put his arm around your shoulders and walked you to his table. He sat you across from him and took his own seat.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

All the memories of just an hour ago came flooding back into your mind, and you couldn’t stop the tears that poured out of you eyes. Daveed quickly rose from his seat and plopped down next to you, bringing your head to his shoulders. You wrapped your arms underneath his and cried for what seemed like hours. After you had calmed down, Daveed loosened his grip on you and repeated his question from before.

“No,” you answered. “My boyfriend of four fucking years just broke up with me.” You sniffled.

Daveed shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You started ranting, your sadness leaving your body and anger taking over. “God, I gave him four years of my life, for him to just break up with me. Do you want to know what he told me tonight?” You didn’t wait for Daveed to answer. “He told me that two years ago, he had an affair with some woman for like two months. Not a one night fucking stand, no. He had an entire relationship behind my back. Who does that?”

Daveed just sat there, listening to your ranting. When you finished your rant with a rough “Damn jackass”, Daveed finally responded.

“Well, he didn’t deserve you. Anyone who’s willing to cheat on you is not worth your time.”

You nodded your head. “Damn right. I’m done with his shit.” You sat in silence. “I don’t know why I still feel so sad, though.”

Daveed began rubbing circles into your back. “You were with him for four years. You loved him. But you’ll get over him soon.”

You nodded your head, and tried to keep the sadness away. You gave Daveed a watery smile. “Let’s forget my tragic love life. Let’s talk. Let’s have an actual, full on conversation.”

Daveed smiled widely. “Let’s.”

You two talked for hours about everything. What you wanted to do (become an English teacher), what he did (He’s on Broadway?!) and what ever else you two could think of talking about.

2 a.m. was the closing time for Thursday, and since you had been sitting there with Daveed, Shannon gave you the keys to lock up everything for when after you guys left.

At 3 in the morning, Daveed said that he had to leave so he could get some sleep before his show later that day.

“Yeah, definitely. Sorry for keeping you from your rest.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I enjoyed every second.” He grinned.

After locking everything up, you both gave each other a goodbye hug. “See you later.” He said.

You giggled. “Yeah, see ya.”

You both walked your separate ways.

After that day, you both had been much more friendly with each other, giving each other flirty looks when you could. Every time his friends came in with him, they would continue to tease him.

On one amazing day, Daveed came in with Oak and Anthony.

When you got to their table, Daveed gave you a huge smile. You returned the smile and said, “Hey, what do you guys want today?”

“For you to go out with our big boy Daveed here.” Anthony said, giving his friend a hard pat on the back.

Oak looked at you with a hopeful look. “God, please go out with him. He won’t shut up about you still. It has been weeks and he still won’t shut up.”

Both men kept insisting on going out with Daveed. You giggled throughout their proposals.

After Daveed looked properly embarrassed, you cleared your throat and both men promptly shut up. You cocked your head and said, “Daveed?”

He looked up, his hair covering some of his face. “Yes?”

“I’d love to go out with you. I don’t know what took you so long to ask.”

A smile grew on Daveed’s face and both of his friends stood up in their seats and began to hoot and holler.

Oak began to grind the air, shouting out “Oh, yeah! My man gon get it!”

Anthony started doing a little dance and shouted, “Daveed and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

You giggled and tried to get both men to sit down before Margo came out and yelled at you. After a moment, they sat back down, with Daveed laughing just as hard as you.

“You guys are gonna get me in trouble.” You chastised, but a smile was on your lips.

“We’ll leave you two love birds here for a sec. But don’t talk too nasty, we’re only gonna be a few tables down, listening to every word being said.” Anthony said. Oak and Anthony stood up and did what they said they were going to do. They both stared at you and Daveed, their hands tucked under their chins like children.

Daveed turned to you. “So,” he started.

“Are you gonna ask, or…” You asked.

“Oh shit. Yeah, um… Do you wanna go out?”

“Like… On a date?” You teased.

Daveed chuckled. “Yeah, like on a date.”

You nodded your head, smiling. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

He smiled and took his phone out. You did the same and the both of you interchanged phones, putting your phone numbers into each other’s phones.

You handed each other back your phones and looked at the name he put himself under. It read Hot customer ;)

“Wha-” You looked up, your cheeks red. “How’d-”

“You guys were kind really loud every time you talked about me.” He chuckled.

You shook your head. “Good to know.”

You both laughed, and Oak and Anthony stood up from their table and walked back over.

“Great, we finally got that out of the way.” Oak said. “Now time for some grub.” He said, rubbing his hands together. You slipped your phone back in your pocket and took their orders.

You walked to the bar counter and Margo stopped you.

“What took y’all so long to finally agree to go out?” she asked.

You laughed in response.

She continued. “Y’all are gonna be good together; I can see it.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, so can I.”


Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo

GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/

You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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